The light dims as the opening credits start to play. Hushed whispers started dying around me in a frenzy, the fans of the Star Wars series excitingly waiting for the long awaited next episode. However, I just slunk back in my seat as my brother sits at the edge of his, his eyes completely transfixed on the screen.
I was not a huge fan of Star Wars nor did I care what happened after the cliffhanger that left all the fans in a huge frenzy, but yet I sat here, forced to accompany my younger brother because my parents were "too busy" to watch him. I just knew it was because they just didn't want to sit through a 2 and half movie they didn't enjoy, but quite frankly forgot that I also did not want to do the same.
Already my head started to ache as the title sequence blasted across the screen, battleships racing across in bright flurries of lights as shrill alarms blasted through the speakers. They race past so fast my eyes can hardly catch on one, and I try my best not to groan and offend the multitude of fans surrounding me.
Fast-paced actions are so not my thing, I think glumly to myself as my head starts to pound again even as we finally move on from the dizzyingly fight sequence. I rub it with my hand, trying to get rid of the knot that is currently forming in my head. It throbs and I wonder blearily how everyone in this cinema has not passed out of motion sickness already.
It was easily the most painful 2 and half hours of my life, even if I had escaped to the bathroom 2 to 3 times to wash my face. By the time we made it out of the cinema, my headache turned into a persistent throbbing, only made worse by my brother rambling over the next cliffhanger this movie had left them all on.
"Nathan, just shut up, I'm having a headache." I snapped at him as we reached the escalator, and he turned to me, crossing his arms.
"I swear no one in this family appreciates Stars Wars." He grumbles, clearly upset before he turns and storms ahead of me, and I trek after him, my head filling full of static.
It doesn't get better even when I pop two pills of panadol into my mouth, my head still buzzing even after we have gone home. I blink as I watch the ceiling, rubbing my forehead and cursing Nathan for forcing me to watch that stupid movie.
My ears are ringing now, and I roll over in bed, biting my lip. I had never had a headache as bad as this before. It felt as if a million hammers were pounding in my head, all of them demanding my attention.
Begging that I needed to-
"Boy, dinner's ready!!" I groan and turn over as my mum's head pops into the room.
"I can't, I'm having a headache." I tell her as she looks at me.
"Was the motion sickness really that bad?"
"Yeah." I tell her, and the look on my face must have revealed it all, because she simply just sighs.
"Okay, I'll ask Auntie to keep aside some food for you." She tells me before walking away from the door.
And I lie in my bed, I can't help but think something is seriously wrong.
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Snippets of Stories
Short StorySnippets I wrote that never evolved into full stories or became a short story. Cover made from canva template:))
